The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The hall was thick with the smell of roasted pork and stale beer, a cacophony of clinking mugs and raucous laughter that vibrated in my teeth. I sat at the corner table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, my eyes fixed on the door. The feast was a mockery, a celebration of the Magistrate’s recent promotion, while I, Elias Thorne, constable of the night watch, was erased from the records....

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